And we never talk too much after I blew up

Just only 'hello' or 'happy belated'

And I think I text her and told her I made it

And that's when she text me and told me she prayed it

And that's when I text her and told her I love it

And right after texting, told her I'm faded

She asked

What have I learned since getting richer

I learned working with the negatives could make for better pictures

I learned hennessy and enemies is one hell of a mixture

Even though it's fucked up, girl, I'm still fucking wit ya

Damn, is it the fall

Time for me to revisit the past

It's women to call

There's albums to drop, there's liquor involved

There's stories to tell, we been through it all

Interviews are like confessions

Get the fuck up out my dressing room, confusing me with questions

Like:

Lil wanye

Do you love this shit?

Are you high right now?

Do you ever get nervous?

Are you single?

I heard you fucked your girl, is it true?

You getting money? you think them niggas you with is wit' you?

And I say

(And I say) hell yeah

Hell yeah, hell yeah

Fuckin' right

Fuckin' right, all right

(And we say) hell yeah

Hell yeah, hell yeah

Fuckin' right

Fuckin' right, all right

So much for being optimistic

They say love is in the air, so I

Hold my breath until my face turn purple

Keep a few bad bitches in my circle

My nuts hang like ain't no curfew

Bitch if you wave, then I will surf you

I flew jet, she flew commercial

But we still met, later that night

After my session, she came over

I was aggressive, and she was sober

I gave her pills

She started confessing and started undressing

And ask me to hold her

And so I did, but that was last month

And now she's texting me, asking for closure

Damn

She say this shit gon' catch up to me

I keep tissue paper

We eat each other whenever we at the dinner table

She say she hate that she love me

And she wish I was average

Shit, sometimes I wish the same

And I wish she wasn't married

Promises, I hope I never break 'em

Met a female dragon, had a fire conversation but

Interviews are like confessions

Get the fuck up out my bedroom confusing me with questions like

Do you love this shit?

Are you high right now?

Do you ever get nervous?

Are you single?

I heard you fucked your girl, is it true?

You getting money? you think them niggas you with is wit' you?

(And I say) hell yeah

Hell yeah, hell yeah

Fuckin' right

Fuckin right, all right

(And we say) hell yeah

Hell yeah, hell yeah

Fuckin' right

Damn right, all right

(And we say) hell yeah

Hell yeah, hell yeah

Fuckin' right

Fuckin' right, all right

(And we say) hell yeah

Hell yeah, hell yeah

Fuckin' right

Damn right, all right

Aw yeah